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Dragons Pt 1 Ch3
The cavern branched off in three different directions, as though it was a cross road that also led up to the surface via the stone chest. There were four different areas that Annalice could choose to go, including going back up to the surface, knowing that usually the best bet when faced with an odd amount of options was to go for the middle, she headed straight ahead once she had picked up all of her packs.
The path that Annalice picked stretched on for a long ways, and the beam of light from her head lamp wasn’t able to penetrate to the end of her chosen path. Along the way there were many branches off to different areas, but there was always an option to go straight ahead, or Annalice would have ended up horribly lost. Other than the few branches that Annalice discovered along the way, she noticed there were indents in the walls that had doors that led into different areas; Annalice decided that she would go back to those rooms after she had discovered what was at the end of h
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Dragons Pt1 Ch2
After packing the food up, and making sure that everything stayed sealed in their containers, Annalice told her mom what she had packed into the other two packs. Her mom fussed about how many maps and books were being taken, but Annalice wouldn't be parted from any of her books or maps.
Out on the back porch Annalice found her dad and brother lounging on the porch furniture.
“I will be off once I grab my bow and quiver, and hunting knives from the weapons safe.” Annalice told her dad as she put her bundle of food down beside her other three packs.
“Okay, but don't rely on hunting to primarily feed you Annalice.” Jeremy said as he watched his daughter walk over to where the hunting gear was stored.
The weapons were stored in a shack that Annalice's dad and papa had built together many years ago, it was small, but it worked perfectly. Considering Annalice's dad had sold his hunting rifle because of how little he used it during the hunting season now. The set of hu
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Dragons Pt1 Ch1
   Well if Dragons really do exist, they are very clever; like the Sasquatch with adapting and hiding. Or have they all died off because of human meddling, or because of the lack of mercy that we show as a species? No one will ever know the answer for sure, unless someone decides to dig through all the folklore.
The idea or prospect of Dragon's existing was very major for one girl who always dreamed about finding the necessary evidence of Dragon's existing. Her main goal in life was to find the Dragons alive one day, if possible. Rather than being a pilot, or a normal functional everyday person. So by forcing the girl to push her dreams and goals aside while in school seemed like a very good thing at the time to everyone around her.
~August 21, 2014~
"Another sighting of the giant squid; that the deep sea instrument Medusa had seen earlier this year has been spotted once more. Off of the coasts of the remote islands to the north of Japan, a small group of fishermen fi
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Dragons Intro.
Multitudes of colours, sizes and personalities, each unique in their own little ways, just like any other bird of prey, but with heavy duty armour and fire power. Humans of course, never have liked creatures that they cannot tame or control with brute force. Other than some curious people might manage to bond with a Dragon, then that moment marks the beginning of a strong allegiance between two savage beasts of power.
Think about every Dragon fantasy or folklore that has or will ever exist, and maybe you need to give these majestic beasts a clean blank slate. A beast similar to the Kraken has been discovered in the deep blue sea, so what about the rest of the creatures that have been included in the fisherman's tales or in the old tales of different nations. There is nothing that says that Dragons never existed, or anything to disprove that any of the other mystical creatures that we have grown up believing in don't exist either.
Who knows, maybe nature will throw a curve ball that we
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The knights of the dragons
In the front of a great castle
where the heroes are acclaimed
there are many young, strong people
and a dragon, there for them.
They're going to be nominated
by the powerful great beast
with a highly important honour:
they've been waiting for so long.
They will be knights of the dragons,
warriors of this noble land,
they will fight with their best efforts
to defend their noble race.
They are creatures of grand wisdom,
but so much misunderstood;
for their cause they've sworn to battle;
now the first's under his paw.
"Do you desire" says the dragon,
"to promote justice and peace,
where by evil we're affected?"
"Yes I do" the new kinght swears.
"Do you desire" says the dragon,
"to unite in peace our races,
share the best of our two species?"
"Yes I do" the new knight swears.
"And will you use" says the dragon,
"the sharp blade of your sword just
when there's no other solution?"
"Yes I will" the new knight swears.
Now his big paw's on his body.
"I talk in the name of us:
you're now a knigh
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Bill was driving with his small car, coming back after work. It was rainy. He was planning mentally the evening, thinking of reading some book together with his dragon friend Spark. Recently, they had acquired a taste for literature classics: last week they had read Treasure Island, so he thought that he may appreciate this time Gulliver’s travels
When he entered into the location of his house, he found Spark standing in front of the entrance. He looked like he couldn’t wait for him to come, a strange behaviour considering that dragons were definitely not dogs. There had to be some serious situation.
“What is it?” he asked from the car window.
“Bill we must fly to my parents now!” he barked “Go out from the car and climb on!”
“What?”
“My sister’s egg! It’s hatching!”
“Oh…s**t!” Bill exclaimed. Nicia was becoming a mother! The day had come! “At least let me ta
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So, I am going to be leaving the confines of Canada this weekend as I venture to Italy with people from my home air cadet squadron 577, and my sister squadron 755. I have a very long Saturday ahead of me (haven't packed yet either...), as I get up before 5am in order to drive 4.5 hrs to Edmonton International, to fly a weird course across Canada. But a day of flying is nothing.
When I get there I hit the ground running, seeing places that I have wished to see for some time.

Hopefully I get some more ideas for the many stories that I am writing while I am there.



If you want to read ahead go to figment.com and look up Miki, my picture is of a serene bridge over a peaceful stream in a forest.
The cavern branched off in three different directions, as though it was a cross road that also led up to the surface via the stone chest. There were four different areas that Annalice could choose to go, including going back up to the surface, knowing that usually the best bet when faced with an odd amount of options was to go for the middle, she headed straight ahead once she had picked up all of her packs.
The path that Annalice picked stretched on for a long ways, and the beam of light from her head lamp wasn’t able to penetrate to the end of her chosen path. Along the way there were many branches off to different areas, but there was always an option to go straight ahead, or Annalice would have ended up horribly lost. Other than the few branches that Annalice discovered along the way, she noticed there were indents in the walls that had doors that led into different areas; Annalice decided that she would go back to those rooms after she had discovered what was at the end of her chosen path.
Annalice ended up walking for about forty five minutes, for when she had checked her watch when she had started out it was only 8:51 in the evening and it was now 9:36 and she still hadn’t come to the end of her path, nor was there any way of telling where the middle of the path was, for the walk back to where the ladder to the cave was too far away now and so Annalice knew that she would have to trek onwards to find the end of the path.
There were more branches and dark alcoves that held secrets to be uncovered, but Annalice was determined to get to the end of the path before midnight. This was something that might not happen as it was a dark path that Annalice was traversing, and her head lamp only illuminated only so much of the path at a time and the light was starting to dim. It was almost ten o’clock in the evening now, and the path had not come to its end, but instead it opened up to an another large area like at the ladder that led up to the cave, but there were three ways that Annalice could go this time, straight towards a large door or off in two other directions that would lead her deeper and further into the unknown. Annalice decided to go towards the door, hoping that it would not bring her to either the left or right.
The door was over three meters tall, and more than likely the same height as the ceiling over the hallway as the top of the door was lost in the darkness of the paths ceiling, giving the door an eerie look. The detailing on the door was of flames interlocking with a large Dragon in mid-flight wrote in iron upon the very centre of the door, majority of the Dragons wings were lost in the darkness that consumed the top portion of the door. The Dragon was not of any kind that Annalice had seen sketched in any books, for it was not a Chinese Dragon or the kind of Dragon that adorned the Welsh Flag either, adding to the mystery of the cave and to the tunnel. The main part of the door was made of English Oak; it was stained to be a darker brown than it naturally would be. The iron was also entrenched into the wood itself, filling all of the crevices and was shined, but after so many years the shine should have faded. Yet it was still well shone as though someone had just shined the iron, but there was dust upon the iron veins and on the iron workings.
When Annalice went forward to push the doors open, they opened by themselves on silent hidden hinges, there were no door men to open the grand wooden doors on either side of the threshold. Annalice carefully went through the doorway, examining the door as she went by, at the other side of the doors there was a layer of dust that had been disturbed by the doors. The dust slowly began to settle, allowing for Annalice to examine the floor that she stood on before the dust settled. Annalice proceeded further into the room; she was just outside of where the doors would wing shut when the doors quietly closed themselves behind Annalice.
“Strange, it is if there is some kind of hidden force moving the doors, but magic doesn’t exist…” Annalice let her thoughts linger in the damp air, noticing now that the air wasn’t stale as she first thought it would be due to the dust accumulation, but smelled of fir trees and fresh water instead. There was also a slight roaring at the far end of the area, and a slight glow coming from the end of the area; the glow was not the same glow that a fire would give off but rather it was a glow that one would see when looking through a glass of water or through a water fall.
The light didn’t illuminate the room well, for it cast more shadows in the area, giving an amplified feeling of it being empty and lifeless. Who knows when the last person had entered this place, but judging by the amount of dust there was gathered on the floor it must have been several centuries since someone had been living there. For there was no way to tell how large the area was, or if there were any branches that led away from the area, the only way to know where the light at the far end of the area would be to head towards it but that would mean navigating through an extremely dark area of unknown size.
Annalice slowly proceed across the space, knowing that there might be obstacles in her way; the only goal was to get to the other end of the space in one piece and without dropping any of her packs.
At about half-way to the light there was a large raised pit, it must have been situated in the centre due to its sheer size. The pit was shaped like basin and when Annalice put her hand out to see how deep it was, she found a wet substance inside, quickly withdrawing her hand from the liquid Annalice looked at the pit, it didn’t seem to contain anything and yet it did. Annalice started to put down her packs, in part to allow her back to have a rest but to also grab out knew batteries for her head lamp, for her headlamp was about to die.
With new batteries in her headlamp, Annalice looked into the pit once more.
The substance that filled the pit was glossy, and had slight blue colour to it but for the most part the substance was completely clear. It almost had the same texture as kerosene, yet it was much thicker and colder on the skin and was coloured differently, for kerosene is red and this substance was clear except for the slight blue tinge. If able to be set on fire it would be extremely bright and might emit a noxious gases, but then again it might be able to light the whole area, or at least most of the area would be lit up by this pit. To light the substance Annalice would have to start a fire because she didn’t want run the risk of lighting the substance with a match and losing it in the substance, for she hadn’t grabbed a lighter from home; something to get when she went back for more food. So lighting a small fire beside the pit would have to do.
It took a while for Annalice to find a torch to light, for she had to find her way back to the self-moving doors again in order to see if there were torches that lined the hallway outside. About fifteen meters down from the door there was a torch positioned on the wall, the torch was covered in spider webs adding to the age of the place and the amount of time that the hall had been vacant. Lifting the torch out of its hole in the wall was fairly easy, but once Annalice had the torch fully out the hole she noticed that the torch was not made of wood but of some kind of extremely light weight metal, the metal was cold to the touch from being in the wall and not being lit for so many years.
When Annalice got back to the pit she dipped the top of the torch into the substance, knowing that having a section of the hallway lit would be nice. It didn’t take much to light the torch, for the substance was extremely flammable; Annalice carefully brought the flame down to the substance for she didn’t know what would happen when lighting such a large amount of the substance. The flame crept across the surface of the substance, like how a flame would go across whale oil, but many times slower.
There was no strange smell emitted from the substance, so the flame was safe to be around, and the flame that it emitted didn’t emit smoke but just had a pure burnt orange coloured flame. With the substance lit Annalice could see that she had walked up between two tables that were laden with books, the tables were not visible with her headlamp because of how dark the wood was, but the books where covered in a very thick layer of dust muting the colours of the books. What the books were about was hard to tell because the dust covered the entirety of the books, all that Annalice knew was that the books had been used before the inhabitants disappeared.
As Annalice walked around the tables, while doing this she noticed that the far walls were covered in inlaid shelves, there were many objects other than just books on the shelves, there were also inlets in the wall that led to other areas, what lay within the rooms would be something to figure out at another time. For there were many alcoves some with doors some with areas that opened up to seeming emptiness, the alcoves that opened up into emptiness held slightly visible objects like armour racks and alchemy sets. Yet there didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason for there to be an opening at the end of the room that allowed for natural light to come in. Before heading towards the natural light Annalice walked back out the hallway to put the torch back into its bracket.
When Annalice was on the other side of the door with the torch, she could see a considerable way down the hallway and could see the ceiling that had been hidden in the darkness that her headlamp wasn’t able to penetrate. The alcove the torch was beside had an inscription beside it at a meter and a half above the ground; it was in Cymraeg the original language of the Welsh people. I had been a few years since Annalice had read any Cymraeg and so wasn’t able to decipher what it said easily, although the inscription had to do with paper. Putting the torch back into its bracket she turned back towards the large door, and proceeded towards the natural light and sound that was in the area.
The closer Annalice got to the opening at the end of the area the sound of falling water slowly got louder, giving to the idea that this side of the mountain had a natural reservoir that was constantly spilling over enough to have created a river and a proper waterfall, there would also have to be a fair sized lake at the bottom and a river that went down more than likely. Yet it was a circular mountain range, so all of the water must have flooded the area at some point in time, unless there was a river that led out of the mountains. There could be, but then people would have been inside of the mountain range many times over the years and the place would have been on the news, the only way for there to be a river that didn’t have access would be if the river went underground and then resurfaced elsewhere. The second possibility was more likely, as there are strange water reservoirs that have no surface source.
Once Annalice got to the opening after wandering through the area that turned out to be just one very large room, she noticed a large white structure on the stone just in front of the water fall by a about ten meters, the structure had many gaps throughout it giving the feeling of it being a structure made to look like bones. When Annalice approached the structure she noticed a human skeleton was nestled near the largest full part of the structure that looked the skull of an enormous bird like creature, the person must have died leaning up against the skull of whatever beast had been there at one time, the clothes of the person were still on the skeleton but when Annalice had first looked there hadn’t been any colours near the head. Part of why Annalice wasn’t able to see the human skeleton was because of how large the limbs of the creature were that the human was leaning against was.
Upon looking at the human skeleton Annalice was able to tell that the human was female due to her battle dress not being the standard male dress, because the skeleton was completely clad in leather and wore a long skirt, nestled on the skirt was a large round crimson stone that was about half a meter tall and nearly equally as wide. The strangest thing about the stone was that it gave off a slight glow – for there were many veins of varying red that streaked across the crimson surface of the stone, these veins seemed to be pulsing in the shadow of the enormous skull.
Leaving the skeleton alone Annalice went to investigate the rest of the structure to see what the creature might be, for she knew that it would take a while to walk around the complete skeleton. There were some sections that had disintegrated completely leaving behind layers of white that were mixed into the layers of settling dust leaving the substance a strange grey colour, the areas with this was most prevalent in was where there was less of the white structure, in the areas that would have been the tail and some of the ribs or at least what looked like would be the ribs of whatever the structure was modelled after.
Annalice knew that it would be pointless to try and guess what kind of creature it was modelled after as there was no way to check her findings, unless one of the many books held an answer that answered this question without having to use science to figure it out. So with knowing that she had to figure out what the structure was Annalice went back into the brightly lit room to sift through the books to find out what creature the structure was based off of that laid on the stone slab and the kind of stone that lay on the leather skirt of the human skeleton.
It took several hours for Annalice to go through the many books that were on the tables once she had dusted everything off, she had to translate many of the books into modern English to understand what was being said, and some of what was written was in Latin and Greek making deciphering even harder to accomplish. Yet there were books that were written in Cymraeg, these books were slightly easier to read but still took a little bit to decipher. In the pile of the many volumes there was a bound bible that Annalice had laid aside, but there wasn’t anything in any of the volumes on the table that would suggest to what the stone was. For although the walls were covered in many books it would take way too long to go through them, so Annalice went to the opening in the room to see if she could get any cell service in order to access data. There was one bar of service, the mountains would be preventing any ground radio waves from getting to Annalice’s phone’s microscopic antenna, so she would have to stand perfectly still in order to have any service for phone, for the app for identifying objects, of course required data or a Wi-Fi connection to work.
When she took and scanned the object it came back as unknown, but the scan came back something that it was hollow, so it was not a large gem. It would have to be lighter than expected, for upon first looking at it; it seemed like a perfectly shaped and shined gem. It could still be a stone that was hollowed out on the inside, or a container that had a perfect seal and unseen clasp. The strange thing about the stone was that the area around it felt warm, and the bones of the human and the large beast were still there in that area. The rest of the creature had turned to dust, leaving behind only a layer of sediment that added to the dust.
Annalice approached the stone and picked it up, in order to investigate the crimson stone on an elevated surface later on.
Dragons Pt 1 Ch3
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After packing the food up, and making sure that everything stayed sealed in their containers, Annalice told her mom what she had packed into the other two packs. Her mom fussed about how many maps and books were being taken, but Annalice wouldn't be parted from any of her books or maps.
Out on the back porch Annalice found her dad and brother lounging on the porch furniture.
“I will be off once I grab my bow and quiver, and hunting knives from the weapons safe.” Annalice told her dad as she put her bundle of food down beside her other three packs.
“Okay, but don't rely on hunting to primarily feed you Annalice.” Jeremy said as he watched his daughter walk over to where the hunting gear was stored.
The weapons were stored in a shack that Annalice's dad and papa had built together many years ago, it was small, but it worked perfectly. Considering Annalice's dad had sold his hunting rifle because of how little he used it during the hunting season now. The set of hunting knives belonged to Annalice, the hand crafted welsh long bow was and is presently Annalice's favourite hunting weapon. With an experts eye she choose enough arrows to fill her largest quiver, once full she put her bow in its slot on the side of the quiver, grabbing her knives she went back outside.
By the time that Annalice was able to get properly away from her house the sun had nearly set behind the mountains in the distance. It didn't take long for Annalice to reach the trees, because she was being weighed down by her four packs it took longer than usual, but she knew where she headed. The area in which Annalice was headed towards was a clearing just beyond the tree line, an area that the wood creatures went too often, and where she first met the wood creatures when she was very young and still met with them. The Stags where known to be seen in the clearing later at night and early in the morning, over the years the Stags got so used to Annalice showing up with her supplies that they seemingly adopted her into their herd, by doing so they brought her to areas that were extremely difficult to reach if one didn't the area. Sometimes the areas that Annalice was brought to had not been seen by any living human in so long that only a few of the structures were still standing, these findings eventually were recorded in her black book when she was given it, due to this no one except for her has ever seen the pages of the black book. Often times when exploring Annalice would sketch the ruins, documenting her findings on paper, and marvelling over the architecture and at how the civilization could have worked when the buildings where in their glory. One thing that all of the ruins held in common was one building that was hardly touched by time, it had a chest in the very centre of the structure, all though the vines where extremely thick they had not busted through the chest or had grown through it. For reasons unknown, each of the ruins that Annalice had visited had a structure very similar or exactly like the first one she had visited when she was ten years old. Keeping her findings a secret was difficult, due to the many questions that she wanted to ask, but she knew that no one should know about her findings yet.
Ultimately Annalice wanted to see if she could figure out why there was only one fully standing structure in each area, over the years she had revisited each of the areas and found out that the people that would have lived there would have been Vikings more than likely because of the etching being in Norse not in Cymraeg, the buildings were made of stone, and had been expertly built. Although it seemed as though the stone had been melted, a fire that could melt the stone of every building and only leave one standing would be very strange, the idea of fire being hot enough to leave nothing behind of the people or buildings would have to be over thousands of degrees Celsius. So the one structure was never close to the fires or was a stone that required more heat to melt or crack, even the caves around and underneath the areas where full of cracked and melted stone, there was no sign of explosions above or beneath the ground. Hopefully over the time of a month Annalice would be able to finally find out what had happened so many years ago around the base of the mountain.
Once in the clearing Annalice was greeted by the herd of Stag’s, three of the larger bucks went up to Annalice and nudge at her packs, indicating that they had somewhere that they wanted to bring her. After taking off three of her packs and securing them onto the three Stags she followed them out of the clearing and onto a trail that she hadn’t been down in many years, the path was well travelled, but it was the path that the Stag’s used to come and go from the clearing. Annalice had been down this trail only once before, and was brought to the farthest of the ruins via the trail. If going down this trail brought her to another one of the ruins it would be amazing, but finding out why the areas were in ruins would be even more amazing, but there have been no structures that were standing other than the one stone structure in each of the ruins. The chests in them might have something to do with history of the areas, or they just might be large boulders carved to look chests. Wherever Annalice was being led to would be an amazing adventure to be sure, whether it be the answer to why the ruins where there in the first place or how they became ruins.
As Annalice walked along through the woods past the ruins that she had been brought to last time, she noticed that the woods got thicker than she had remembered; the trees in this section of the woods were denser and much larger. Unlike the trees directly around the ruins, these trees were at least three feet in circumference minimum, and over ten feet tall, the canopy made the woods dark much earlier. The evening sky could sometimes be seen through the gaps in the leafy ceiling, but none of the dying light reached the ground. Walking along the dark path seemed to take forever, the surroundings didn’t change often, and there were only a few open areas that allowed for the evening light to shine through. In those small clearings there were many wild flowers, many of them were blossoming but many near the very centre of the clearings were closed, hiding their brilliance at night in order to get the bright rays of sun during the day. As much as Annalice wanted to stop and gather some of the flowers she knew that she had quite a ways to go until she reached her destination, the three Stag’s never faltered, they kept going; they knew were the path led to. So Annalice followed behind like a lost puppy, knowing that their masters knew the way home, Annalice was used to this feeling, she had no problem following the Stag’s to wherever they were taking her. At the end of the trail would be something worth the extra long hike, but whatever it was would have to wait for day, for the night was young and the stars were bright over top of the canopy.
Along the way many different lakes and streams were scattered along the trail, when brought to obstacles the Stag’s simply led Annalice around or over the obstacles. The Stag’s helped Annalice with going over some strange structures along the ways that might have been walls once long ago, put there by the inhabitants to mark the boundaries of their territory. Some of the lakes had old stone buildings that had water wheels near the lakes mouth; the water wheels were still turning because of the constant running of the water from the rivers that feed them, how the wheels were still working over such long time was a mystery in its self. Most of the time the wheel would end up disintegrating or would fall apart due to water damage, but these wheels where spinning as though they had been kept up over the years, as though someone lived in the area; yet there were no lights in the buildings near the water wheel. This led to the question of what were the wheels made of to have the ability to not break down over the centuries of not being looked after. The lakes all had things in common, the water wheels that where still turning, the feeling that the trees closest to the water’s edge where watching your every move, the structures around the lakes where not destroyed in the same fashion as the ones in the ruins that held the one standing structure. These buildings were naturally falling apart from age not from some oddity, they were just old, and the process of falling apart was not sped up. Even though the woods were unravelling more questions faster than it could provide answers to those newfound questions, Annalice still found it amazing to be able to go through the woods at night without any time restrictions.
The Stag’s kept walking towards the mountains, in the clearings the mountains size was becoming incomprehensible and Annalice began to feel like an ant. The white capped mountains where looming above her and the Stag’s, the feeling of being so close to the mountains was exhilarating for Annalice. She had never been this close to the mountains before. By the time that the Stag’s stopped for the night Annalice was still wondering what was scattered across the mountains cliff face.
A small whine from one of the Stag’s got Annalice’s wandering attention, with a jolt of surprise Annalice noticed that she had almost walked into a cave without checking to see if it was safe.
“Thank you, I nearly walked in there blindly. Now I wonder where we are, I bet you know exactly where we are, don’t you.” Annalice asked aloud as she walked back to the Stag’s to take her packs off of them, in order to place them on the ground outside of the caves entrance.
The Stag’s went into the cave, not worrying about what may lay within. Worried about what could happen to them Annalice followed after grabbing a head lamp, turning it onto its lowest setting she preceded inside the cave.
The walls of the cave were covered in paintings, and the rear of the cave could easily be made out from the entrance with Annalice’s head lamp. The Stag’s stared back at her, as though they knew that there was nothing in the cave that would not harm her in any way. With a small shrug of her shoulders Annalice went back to grab her four packs she had placed on the ground, dragging them into the cave on the oddly smooth cave floor to the back wall. Annalice noticed that there was a dip in the floor large enough for a fire to be lit, within it. There were dark marks in the pit, from the last people that had lit a fire within the cave still. Gathering wood for a small fire was an easy task, as there was a lot of dry wood around the cave entrance, more than enough to light a small fire in the premade pit. Lighting the fire was easy for Annalice to do, for the wood was as dry as paper, and there was no wind in the area causing a wind tunnel within the cave. The fire lit the entire cave, illuminating the cave from the entrance to the rear, there were very few shadows cast within the cave. One thing that cast a long shadow on the back wall of the cave was a chest, surprisingly enough the chest was a true extension of the wall. There were no extra or double shadows indicating a separation from the wall, it was flush against the back of the cave, meaning that it was like the many other stone chests Annalice had happened upon in the ruins. The difference was that this was a cave, not a building, although the cave had been untouched by time, not even the animals must come here often, there was no water damage on the floor or roof of the cave. The dip in the floor that served as the fire pit had held no water in it either, and this area got rain frequently, and mounds of snow in the winter. But there was no indication of what the weather had done to the cave. The only sign that the this cave was not natural was that the walls of the cave were perfectly curved in order for optimum surface area to be achieved for the painting the large wrap around mural, although unlike most murals, this one had all the lines indented in, in order to preserve the paint that was used so many years ago.
The mural told about what had happened to the area, of who had settled in the area. The group of people that had settled were Vikings; Annalice deducted this by the ship designs, as they were long boats with the heads of serpents on the bow. This was generally seen as an indication of the Viking ships, although no one really knows why this was done. Other than it was replicated by pirates and most exploratory naval ships afterwards, but these ships were different from the fancy looking exploratory and pirate ships, they had battering rams on the carvings, large pieces of metal curved to go through dams and any debris that could end up in the way of the ship. Like modern Ice Braking ships, but constructed out of wood, and who knows how old. The etchings would had to have been from shortly after they decided to permanently settle in the area, although this range of mountains was no where’s near the ocean, it was truly land locked other than the rivers that led inland. Choosing to be near the mountains suggested many ideas about the Vikings not being welcomed by the costal people and more land locked Welsh, or that they wanted the Vikings to be wiped out by whatever did wipe them out.
The imagery showed signs of prosperity at first with minor nuisances, the livestock population started to lessen in each scene, fires where seen farther along the wall. The source of the fire was something that was able to fly; a symbol of a hammer was first used to depict the fires source, but later on changed to a symbol of a great lizard on fire. Hinting towards the idea of Dragons living in the area at once possibly, but how could that be, large lizards liked being in a warm area, not a place that was frozen for almost nine months out the year. Mind you sometimes there were mild winters in the area, but that is a rarity that hasn’t happened in a very long time as far as Annalice knew. The cave must have been the recorded history of the Vikings that had settled here, from the time they landed to the time they were killed by the great fires. When the mural got to the end of their history the etching was noticeably sloppy, the colours were not as even or as defined either, as though the artist and carver both feared for their lives and knew that the end was coming.
Either way, the cave was in a strange place, and the stone chest was even stranger. It didn’t look as though it had been opened since the area had been abandoned, so it might not open anymore. But Annalice thought it was worth trying to open the chest.
“What is with carving out this cave and putting a stone chest in while carving, all it is, is a block of rock sitting there…?” Annalice trailed off midsentence as she bent down and moved the latch around. The latch was still able to be lifted, although it was stuck in place, this did not surprise her. The chest was as old as the cave was, so the stone latch would be hard to lift of course, but the latch wouldn’t lift because of it being sealed. It would lift by the slightest bit, giving way by a fraction of a centimetre, as though the chest was sealed by air. This idea was strange in itself, but the lid of the stone chest did have the ability move. Annalice realised the latch, letting it be sucked back into place. It didn’t help that the chest was a traditional square box that was used by most Vikings and Welsh people that lived back when stone carving was more prominent.
Backing away from the chest Annalice went over to her supplies, knowing that she had brought something that would allow her to open the chest.
After a few minutes, Annalice found that she didn’t have anything strong enough in her supplies pack, and so went outside to find a strong enough stick to pry the chest lid free. This proved to not be an easy task.
By the time that Annalice had found a strong enough stick it was noon of the next day, she had spent the whole night and morning investigating the cave and finding a stick to pry open the stone chest with. Heading back to the cave took a little while as she had to go a ways form the cave, but the notion of hunger drove Annalice to get to the cave faster. Once at the cave Annalice got some of her food out of her smallest pack, and planned out how she would get the chest open.
With the large stick Annalice was able to get the chest to stay open as much as possible, which was not all that much. The chest was open by only five centimetres, but this was a high improvement from forcing it open by hand. The chest still wanted to remain sealed, but Annalice was not about to give up on opening the chest.
Annalice worked at opening the chest for quite a while, when she managed to finally be able to see into the chest the air started to rush into the chest, helping her to open it a little more. This moment of success didn’t last long, the chest tried to seal many times after Annalice was able to get the stick wedged in between the lid and the base of the chest. From there Annalice was able to carefully use the stick as a lever to open the chest, this took a while as Annalice didn’t want to break the stick, but she noticed that air kept rushing past her and into the chest.
With one final push on the stick after working at it for at for a few minutes, the chest opened with a forceful burst, forcing Annalice onto her back. With the rush of air entering into the chest it blew out Annalice’s small fire, drenching her in a dim darkness. The rush of air ended shortly after it started, adding to the mystery of the chest, for surly a chest has to have a bottom.
Going over to the chest Annalice noticed two things, the underside of the lid was etched and painted to fit in with the cave wall behind it, and secondly that the rear wall of the cave now made complete sense.
The curved back of the cave was clearly a large map of the area, completed when the lid of the chest was brought up to lay flat against it, the chests lid mapped out the small area that surrounded the cave. The location of the cave was in the foothills closest to the mountains, and was between the two largest Viking communities, but the hill had a Welsh outpost on it. It must have been destroyed by the Vikings at some point as the lines that had been etched in were covered in the same green that the forest was, showing the merging of the hill and the woods trees. This only proved to make more questions that didn’t have answers, as the cave was surly man made due to the perfect roundness of the cave, and caves are rarely found in a hill. The chest was different with its deep bottom, something that was not done very often in the time that the Vikings came over to Wales, but why build a chest like this one here. If the mural at the rear of the cave was done over time, then Annalice would be able to determine when the cave was sculpted, but then she would have to tell someone else about her discoveries, and she was not quite ready to tell someone about her findings.
So either something would have to be found to answer Annalice’s questions in the chest, or around the area of the cave. But the chest would have to be more than just a final piece of a map, it had to be more, there had to be more to the chest than just something to put things into. Although it is just a chest, made of stone at the rear of a manmade cave, so the chest is clearly not ordinary as in other settlements that Annalice had previously been to over the years had a mysterious stone chest in them as well. So what is the connection between all of them, although the other chests had carvings that stated a danger was held within; but there was no explanation of what kind of danger lied within. The idea of danger lurking within must have been enforced expertly for the chests must not have been touched since being carved. For if the chests in the ruins had not been touched since being carved, then why have them if they meant nothing. Or the carvings that warned the people that there was a deep drop in the chest for no apparent reasoning, if so then chest was just meant to hold things within it that held great importance, like a bank?
Coming to this decision about the chest Annalice decided that if she was going to be staying in the cave for the rest of the summer, that she might as well put some of her things into the chest, keeping her food in a chest that was one with the ground would keep it more preserved and away from any animals that might decide that it was time for lunch. But then coming up with how to get the food back up and out of the chest could prove to be a difficult task, which could be dealt with when arriving at that task. Not knowing how deep the chest went was not a good thing, as Annalice could end up not being able to find an apparatus that could retrieve her food pack, but it was worth the gamble.
Going back over to the fire pit Annalice picked up her food pack; this pack was the only one that Annalice didn’t use as a pillow, so it was more beside the fire pit than the other packs. Bringing her pack over to the chest Annalice made sure that the pack was properly closed, in order to not have any of the contents escape from the pack. Leaning over the mouth of the chest brought some more detail to the chest, the back of the chest had groves that were placed at equal intervals like a ladder, there was also one of these indents on the inner front of the chest in order to go into the chest. So getting into the chest would be fairly easy, and getting out would be simple as well.
With a resounding THUD, Annalice’s food pack hit the bottom of the chest; it took fifteen seconds to reach the bottom. Falling down into the chest would result in a broken bone possibly, and if that happened Annalice’s parents surely would never let her go on any other prolonged adventures into the woods. Annalice would have to retrieve her pack sometime in the evening in order to have to the evening meal, so investigating the chests’ depths could happen then, in the meantime the cave walls held a visual story that hadn’t been read or observed in an extremely long time.

Going back to the entrance of the cave Annalice was able to trace where the etching started from where seamless cave mouth ended. The first section showed of the Vikings landing in Wales, and being driven inland to these mountains by the Welsh; driving the Vikings back must not have been easy task, but the image showed more Vikings dead then Welshmen. Making the mountain range a landlocked prison that the Welsh put the Vikings in, for there was a thick deep line in the next image that had a bow depicted on the side furthest from the mountain, the bow being a well-known symbol of the Welsh people. In the second image the first settlement was being raised, but there were signs of fire throughout the image, as though someone or something was constantly putting the Vikings through difficulties. The third image depicted a more stable cluster of settlements; there were only small signs of the fires, as though the Vikings had beaten back whatever was terrorizing them. The symbol of fire and terror resided throughout all of the images, even in the large map at the rear cave.
Throughout all of the images the settlements kept getting larger and spreading out around the mountains base, the settlements had at one point gotten too close to the boundary that the Welsh had set up to keep the Vikings within close proximity to the mountains (this could be why the water wheel buildings were still intact, as they were built by the Welsh and the Welshmen lived in them, in order to make sure that the Vikings didn’t leave their segregated area). The map on the rear wall of the cave didn’t show signs of buildings on or around the rivers closer to where the boundary would have been, although it showed some buildings that were more on the outskirts of the larger settlements.
When looking at the images on the left side of the rear of the cave, the lines started to become messier, as though the Vikings situation was worsening, for the symbol for the Welsh was way past the border that they had set for the Vikings. It was not explicit what the Welsh were doing as there was nothing written explaining what was happening in the image. So it left Annalice wondering if the Welsh had gone in and annihilated the Vikings with the help of extremely hot fires (knowing that the settlements were in advanced stages of ruin). This would not have been possible as fires hot enough to melt stone are extremely hard to maintain even today, that back then it would have been even more impossible; something would have had to help the Welsh maintain the fires. What the something was could be anything, from a fire breathing beast or the mountains, yet this mountain range did not hold any peaks that were or could be volcanic. So a creature must have helped the Welsh, for they would have to be able to sustain a fire that measured over at least a thousand degrees and live through it – the only known creatures that could be able to do this are a legend, and a figment of children’s imagination.
Yet somehow the impending doom of a civilization pushed the artist to work faster, for he was certainly pressed for time as the settlements were all being destroyed around the cave. With the settlements being destroyed it would give reason as to why all of the trees in the area around my house aren’t as old as the Ecologist’s had thought they would be, but a fire of that magnitude would have to be controlled somehow by the Welsh by a swath of drenched land or a canal that was made for the specific use for fire prevention. The whole area itself had a strange background to it, and none of the murals gave clear answers to what had happen so many years ago leaving Annalice to ponder what the Welsh were so determined to protect and hide from the rest of the known world by annihilating the Vikings.
Whatever the reason, it was not recorded by the Welsh, in any way shape or form. For the only people that might still know what had happened are descendants of the original Welshmen that weren’t kicked off of the mainland, and that would be an old strange man that lived nearly a hundred kilometres down the road, the closet to what a neighbour would be in the county in this area due to the mountains. No one talked him, as everyone thought that he was mentally insane, he probably went insane because of how isolated from the world he is, but he hadn’t died yet my father has told me. So he might be someone to get the answers to my questions, but can he be trusted to keep this information to himself.
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While Annalice was pondering the murals the sun had fallen to the height of the trees outside of the cave, the light casted strange shadows into the cave, but the light that entered the cave was of a dark navy blue that could only be found on a clear night that didn’t have any stars in the sky yet.
The urge of food ended up being great enough that Annalice went over to the chest to retrieve her food pack, not thinking Annalice dropped into the chest, hitting the bottom sooner than she thought she would, and instead of the space inside the chest being the same size as it went down it opened up into a cavern causing the bottom to be closer than Annalice thought it would have been. Seeing the large expanse of the cavern Annalice now knew why the chest was there, it was a hidden door way to an underground system of caverns. It was as dark as starless sky with a new moon lighting the night in the cavern that Annalice had dropped into, and eerie shadowed openings stood waiting for someone to re-find their secrets across and to the sides of Annalice. Curiosity overcame Annalice, as she wanted to search the whole expanse of the caverns and its many crevices, but she would have to get back to the surface in order to grab her things. She knew she would have to find a way back up to the cave, to get her things, although there was no visible way to get back up into the cave from where she sat on the floor. Due to it being so dark it was hard to tell if there was any built in ladder along the wall, or if there was a wooden ladder against the smooth stone wall.
Annalice couldn’t find anything around the chest’s location, for the wall was flat around the opening, or at least where Annalice had checked. For when she crawled over to her food pack, she noticed that the seemingly flat wall was emitting a slight shadow, as though there were hand and foot holds carved out of the wall at precise intervals. But would the gaps be large enough to use as a ladder? There was only way for Annalice to figure out if the gaps in the wall would work as ladder; she would have to climb the wall.
After Annalice put her food pack in the middle of the cavern she went over to the wall in order to scale it. Although now Annalice had to see if she would be able to climb up the ladder properly with and without her packs, the climb up was easy, as the indents were set fairly deep within the walls face. The first pack that Annalice brought down was full of her maps, it was hard to start going down the ladder as the opening of the chest was not wide enough for Annalice and her pack to fit through simultaneously, so until she breached the cavern she had to go down the ladder in a sideways fashion. Once at the bottom she put her maps with her food pack, and repeated the process of bringing her other two packs down into the cavern.
When Annalice was done bringing her packs down into the cavern she began to dig through her largest pack, to look for her headlamp, for the cavern was extremely dark. For when Annalice was bringing her pack of technology down she bumped the lid of the chest in such a way that caused it to close as she climbed down the ladder for the last time, this was unfortunate because the scant light from the cave was enough to see a little ways into the vast cavern. Now the cavern was full of a thick darkness, of which was hard to penetrate with artificial light, Annalice knew that she had to take all of her packs with her as the possibility of getting lost was high.
   Well if Dragons really do exist, they are very clever; like the Sasquatch with adapting and hiding. Or have they all died off because of human meddling, or because of the lack of mercy that we show as a species? No one will ever know the answer for sure, unless someone decides to dig through all the folklore.
The idea or prospect of Dragon's existing was very major for one girl who always dreamed about finding the necessary evidence of Dragon's existing. Her main goal in life was to find the Dragons alive one day, if possible. Rather than being a pilot, or a normal functional everyday person. So by forcing the girl to push her dreams and goals aside while in school seemed like a very good thing at the time to everyone around her.

~August 21, 2014~
"Another sighting of the giant squid; that the deep sea instrument Medusa had seen earlier this year has been spotted once more. Off of the coasts of the remote islands to the north of Japan, a small group of fishermen first sighted the squid out at sea. This small fishing area is now scared for the men of their village that go out fishing, only a few days ago on one of the islands a Humpback whale washed ashore, the whale was speckled with multiple large marks. The locals say that the whale was alive when it was initially beached, but two days after when a group of biologists showed up to investigate the reason behind the beaching it was found dead. The whale had by that time swelled to twice its size due to gas build up, although the hide of the whale was punctured deeply in many places helping with the build-up of gases.  With some investigation the biologists were able to learn that there was a pod of Humpback whales that lived in the area, but the locals had told the biologists that the pod was starting to leave earlier than usual. Yesterday one of the fishermen went out into a bay off of one of the islands; this morning there was no sign of the fishing boat, at noon some of the locals went around the island to see if they could spot the boat anywhere. The boat was found on shore, but could not be recognized. Further investigation about whether or not the reason for the boats destruction was due to the squid is being carried out...."

“Annalice!” A lady called from a parlour of a Victorian style house.
“Yes?” A seventeen year old girl responded from the upstairs of the house.
“Come downstairs to the parlour please.” The girl’s mother responded.
“Okay, on my way.” The girl said as she left her room from the top floor of the house.
“Take a look at BBC's website when you get down here.” the mother said as she could hear her daughter bounding down the stairs.
“Okay, but I am wondering about one thing mom.” The girl stated as she entered the bright sunlit parlour.
“What would you be wondering about this time, darling?”
“When is Kilien getting home today?” she asked, hoping that her brother wouldn't be home until much later in the day.
“Not until before supper, he asked to stay longer at his friends place, Mrs. McNamara had no problem with Kilien staying over longer.” her mother said as she moved over to the computer in the corner of room.
“Good, so I won't be bugged by my troublesome little brother today.” She declared as she opened internet explorer and went to CBC's website.
“You do realize that your little brother Kilien doesn't mean to bug you Annalice,” the girl’s mother said as she combed through her daughter’s thick long black hair.
“He may not mean to be a nuisance, but it doesn't mean that he isn't one.” Annalice stated to her mother as she went to the most recent news section on the CBC's news site.
“You will get used to him eventually, and will be really good friends when you’re older.” Annalice's mother said as she pointed out one of the titles on the computer screen.
“‘Further Reports of a Colossal Squid’, I am reading this correctly, mom. Right,” Annalice inquired, after reading the title.
“Yes, you did read the title correctly. But just because the squid is abnormally large doesn't mean that it is the Kraken, nor does it mean that Dragons are real Annalice.” Her mother said as she took control of the mouse and closed the internet window.
“Okay, well I am going to get prepared for a hike.” Annalice said as she got up from the computer, she proceeded to cross the room and headed towards the stairwell.
“Alright, but you still won't find anything out in the woods.” Annalice's mother said as Annalice reached the first staircase landing.
“I haven't searched all of the caves yet, and I haven't even been allowed to scale the cliff face yet. So evidence of Dragons in this area could still be out there.” Annalice pointed out to her mother as she stopped on the first landing in order to speak to her mother properly.
“The reason –“
“The reason you aren't allowed on the cliff face is for safety reasons; yeah, yeah. I know that mom, you always say that.” Annalice declared as she finished the statement that she had been given ever since she had first wanted to scale the mountains many cliff faces.
“Now that was not called for young Missy!” Annalice's mother exclaimed in utter dismay.
“Mom, you will live. It’s not like I haven't done something similar to that before.” Annalice replied as she turned to continue up the stairs to her room.
“Super will be in half an hour, and please don't be late this time or you won't be going on your little, expedition.” Annalice's mother said as she headed towards the back of the house where the kitchen was.
In the top level of the house Annalice took a left turn towards her bedroom situated at the end of the hall, the floor boards were a little squeaky in front of the bathroom door halfway down the hall due to water damage from the past few years. At the end of the hall Annalice opened a door that was hand painted with in an elaborate scale pattern with a wide range of colours, behind the door was a bright sunlit room with walls covered in mythical creatures and many types of maps. At the far end of the room was Annalice's three-quarter sized bed (little smaller than a double but larger than a single sized bed), it had an open book splayed on top of the duvet of an old copy of Peter Pan. Annalice picked up the dark green bound volume of Peter Pan, closed the cover and placed it on a full bookshelf with many elaborate colourful book spines. One of the largest books on the shelf was a black unmarked spine; Annalice pulled the book from the shelf, being careful of the many pages sticking out at odd angles.
On the cover of the black book Annalice's name was engraved in silver calligraphy, other symbols were also engraved on the cover but none of them were as noticeable as Annalice's  name in the top middle of the cover. The book contained many hand drawn maps, and sketches of Dragons along the margins; framing Annalice's neat writing. Annalice flipped through the many pages to one grouping of pages that unfolded into a large map, that documented where all of the many different trails that Annalice had found over the many years, not all of the trail markings were easy to mark out considering they were all hidden within the trees. The map also held many different areas that the forest animals had led Annalice to over the years. There was one section set aside for what the mountains cliff faces would reveal, but mapping the cliff out would be extremely difficult, but not impossible.
Glancing at the small green clock above her large built in desk, Annalice noted the time. The evening meal would be very soon, seeing that Annalice closed up her map and then made sure all the pages were where they were supposed to be and closed the cover; she placed the black book on her bed as she headed for her door.
Heading downstairs before her mother called for super was not always ideal, but neither was sneaking unnoticed into the kitchen. So Annalice slowly grabbed the largest hiking bag in the hall a little ways down from the stairs heading the opposite direction from her room, quickly heading back to her room she threw bag onto her floor, and ran back to the stairs and down to the kitchen.
~Downstairs in the Kitchen~
“Hi daddy, how was work?” Annalice asked when she saw a tall lanky man leaning against the marble countertop.
“Slow, but next weekend is going to be really busy because fruit harvesting season is coming up. Green Deer tractors don't just roll off the lot pre-paid sadly.” Annalice's dad said as he went over the amount of sales that he had done that day.
“Well, how about we have super and Annalice can tell you what she has discovered today.” Her mother said as she laid a small casserole dish on the table, “tonight is Hash brown casserole, with broccoli on the side, and you has to eat some of the broccoli.”
“Alright, but I don't have to be told about the broccoli mom.” Annalice proclaimed as she sat down at their small round glassed toped kitchen table.
“We all know that, but your little brother is the picky eater of this family.” Annalice's dad retorted as he sat down opposite from his daughter.
Once everyone had settled down, and after Kilien had to readdress why he so strongly didn't like broccoli. The family of four said grace and served out the casserole and broccoli. When it was Annalice's turn to tell what had happened in her day, she was met with rude remarks from her little brother about how fish can never get so big to sink a boat of any size, this was normal for Annalice. For no matter how many times her parents got after her brother, he still found it fun to pester his sister about her interests.
“Joyce, do really think you should be fuelling Annalice's dream about Dragons? We both know that she has a very excellent imagination without your help.” Annalice's dad inquired after his wife.
“We have never doubted her abilities, and it is one of her hobbies. I don't want her out at the airport every day up in a glider or working on getting her pilots license. So if she wants to follow this dream of hers, and is able to see them come true, and then she not only proves you wrong but the whole world wrong. Also, you have said that Annalice can accomplish anything she puts herself to, so you are also encouraging her in a way Jeremy.” Annalice's mom roughly explained to her husband.
The rest of the meal was finished in silence, Annalice didn't know what would happen if she breached the topic of going on a hike. Her father being a rash man, was not always the nicest, he might allow her to go on a short two hour hike with how he had reacted to what she had told him.
Telling her father that she had read most of the day didn't earn a good reaction either, but it was summer time, and none of her friends from school were ever around. So Annalice resorted to her books to keep her company; Annalice's parents were never pleased to find their eldest locked away in herd room with her bookshelves contents on her bed. Who could blame Annalice, she was and is a bookworm, interested in anything to do with fantasy, and owned nearly a copy of each original set of folklore.
Finally the meal was over, Annalice and her mother cleared the table and did the dishes. All the while Annalice was thinking about where she would explore next, and thinking about what was littered across the mountains cliff faces.
“Make sure you bring your solar charging pad with you, and pack as much food as you would like to. As far as I am concerned you can live out in the woods this summer, as long as you come back once in a while, and be back in time for the beginning of school.” Annalice's mom said as she finished washing off the table and draining the sink of the dirty dish water.
“I will. And Kilien is going to throw a fit when he finds out that I get to live in the woods this summer, but I at least won't have to deal with him and his friends.”
“Kilien is going with his friends on a trip of Europe, so none of us are going to have to deal with him. But I don't want you to be bored out of your mind this summer, Annalice.”
“I most likely will not be bored out of my mind, because I will be able to search the woods completely.” Annalice said as she dried her hands and headed towards the stairwell.
“Before you go I would like to go through your pack or packs with you.” Joyce told her over excited daughter.
“Okay, I will be down in a little while then.” Annalice told her mom as bounded up the steps two at time.
Once in her room Annalice started to pull her maps off of the walls, rolling them up carefully and putting them into their designated sleeves and into a special map carrying bag. She packed most of her clothing, primarily grabbing undergarments, shorts, tank-tops, and a few sweaters. Remembering that the mountains can get a lot of rain during the summer months, Annalice grabbed her rain coat, and a pair of water resistant hiking boot and pants.
Tearing off the month of August from her calendar; so as to keep track of when the holidays were over; she tucked the page into the front cover of her black book. Packing her solar supplies and other pieces of technology that her parents deemed need for exploration, they took up a lot of room, but they fit in the end and so did the books, so it was good.
By the time that Annalice had finished packing and zipping up her second small pack and placed it beside her pack designated for maps, she looked at her large bulging rucksack. Knowing that she hadn't forgotten anything that she wanted to bring with her on her first trip, Annalice then headed downstairs to the kitchen for food that would fill her small pack.
~Downstairs~
“Do you really think it is such a good idea to let Annalice live out in the woods for a whole month Joyce?”
“I really don't know Jeremy, but we have to give her a chance. And we had said that when she was seventeen that we would let her live on her own in the woods for a summer, so we might as well let her.” Joyce replied as she sat down beside her husband.
“Annalice is going to live in the woods all on her own, while I get to have a tour of Europe; I think my summer sounds more interesting already.” Kilien exclaimed without looking up from the game he was playing on his phone.
“I think both of my adventurous children are going to have equally fun filled summers, and you won't be dealing with each other for the whole month.” Jeremy told his tech savvy son.
“Here's our little woods adventure now, and it seems like she has packed nearly all of her room up in those three packs.” Annalice's mom said from where she sat on the couch beside her husband.
“Not quite, but almost. By the end of the summer there will be nothing in my room more than likely.” Annalice said as she headed towards the kitchen.
“As long as you don't try to take your bed out of the house I will be happy; and no taking your desk out either.” Her dad jokingly told her.
“No worries, those don't fit into any of my packs.” Annalice said as she walked into the kitchen.
“How about I help you get your food packed up, and Hon, you can help Kilien get his things packed for his trip.” Joyce said as she got up to help Annalice in the kitchen.
Dragons Pt1 Ch1
Hope you enjoy the first of many chapters within the first part. Again if you have any suggestions feel free to let me know!
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So, I am going to be leaving the confines of Canada this weekend as I venture to Italy with people from my home air cadet squadron 577, and my sister squadron 755. I have a very long Saturday ahead of me (haven't packed yet either...), as I get up before 5am in order to drive 4.5 hrs to Edmonton International, to fly a weird course across Canada. But a day of flying is nothing.
When I get there I hit the ground running, seeing places that I have wished to see for some time.

Hopefully I get some more ideas for the many stories that I am writing while I am there.



If you want to read ahead go to figment.com and look up Miki, my picture is of a serene bridge over a peaceful stream in a forest.

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Mikayla George
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I enjoy reading and writing fantasy, some of what I write are fanficitions. I am also on Figment, so if I don't have everything updated here, you can continue reading over there. I just want to have feedback on my writing.
Feel free to criticise my work, as it can only help me.
I am a busy person with school and other things so it takes time for me to get things done, but don't worry I enjoy writing lots.
If you have any ideas for things that I am writing to further the plot let me know, as I take any ideas into consideration.
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